SO DESPERATE!! Wetting in tight jeans with MOANING

Her tight blue jeans clung to her like a second skin, stretching across her thighs and accentuating every curve as she squirmed. She was desperate, her bladder aching with a need that was becoming unbearable. She moaned softly, her hands gripping her crotch, feeling the warmth spreading through her jeans. She knew she couldn’t hold it much longer, the pressure building with each passing second. She shifted her weight, trying to relieve the discomfort, but it only made her more aware of the golden shower that was imminent. Her eyes fluttered closed as she squeezed her legs together, a low whimper escaping her lips. She was on the edge, her body trembling with the effort of holding back the flood. The room was silent except for her ragged breaths and the soft sounds of her struggles, her jeans growing darker and more transparent with each passing moment. She couldn’t take it anymore, her body betraying her as a stream of hot piss burst forth, soaking her jeans and running down her legs in a messy, desperate release.

She collapsed onto the floor, her body shaking with relief and exhaustion. The room smelled of urine, the dampness seeping into the carpet beneath her. She lay there, her legs spread wide, the wet fabric of her jeans clinging to her skin. She moaned again, this time in satisfaction, her hands roaming over her body, feeling the slickness of her piss-soaked clothes. She could feel the warmth of her own piss, the scent filling her nostrils and driving her wild. She rolled onto her side, her fingers slipping into her jeans, pushing past the wet fabric to find her swollen clit. She rubbed herself vigorously, her moans growing louder as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her body slick with sweat and piss, lost in the filthy, desperate ecstasy of her own making.